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[davidgiraldoart]

Tattoo Green Goblin

[asmallchocolatebar]

that afternoon, on my way to the cinema. Good ol' day. Circa 2023.

[jefpoo421]

[stochastique-blog]

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[cantuscorvi]

I recently had an epiphany with these two. Because Raum is much closer to Hibiko's father's age, like a lot of the men she doesn't care for at events, she inherently sees him as someone on a different level. Not necessarily as someone of a higher authority because she knows socially that isn't true. But she does absolutely feel this power imbalance with others like Raum, knowing she can be seen as lesser than them, since they're so much closer to her parents in age, experience, knowledge, whatever.

All that to say Raum has shown to not treat her as expected. He instead treats her as a sidestep to the king, as someone equal to her parents. It's given Hibiko this sense of confidence when with him that she doesn't need to constantly ensure her position is respected. She's significantly more at ease and honest with him because of that, for good and bad. Raum very easily cracked the code of understanding how to not be treated as a potential schemer and gossip, but as a natural acquaintance - DARE I say friend.

But of course, there is a power imbalance there, as much as she pretends there couldn't be. Raum just has to remain smart enough to save that reminder for special case scenarios, when her overconfidence might need to be checked. Otherwise, Hibiko deserves to be treated like the doormat she is. And Raum is the only one with the gall to not only say, "You're a doormat," but then fix her crown to say, "good, doormat-princess."

@royaletiquette

Oho. Yes I do believe you've hit the nail on the head here.

I'd say Raum's aim (at least in the short term) when interacting with Hibiko is to make her comfortable with his presence. He respects how the social mechanism of her position works. He's not going to challenge that in any way and he doesn't see a reason to. It's a perfectly good tool and he can make it work for him in the way you've mentioned.

Hibiko is a woman with authority under her name that rarely gets recognised due to her age. She's probably underestimated, talked down to, dismissed (or the more polite versions of those) quite often. He knows that feeling, or something close to it. He knows she probably needs the feeling of being responsible for something, able to make an impact, basically -- considered important. And he'll always leave that door open for her.

In short: I'd say he's aiming to position himself as a confidant. He will encourage her confidence. He wants her to feel like he's in her corner. She certainly won't think of herself as a doormat -- but he does also want to challenge her so that she wobbles. He'll support her, but in a way that reminds her the nature of their imbalance, one way or the other. ( "i cant do that, you're the princess" vs "you can't do that, you're the princess" )

And yet -- the pesky thing about being such a scheming bastard, is spending time with the subject of your scheme and actually growing to enjoy their company. And I think this establishes itself rather quickly between them. Like you said, they naturally sort of slide through the barrier of awkwandess because of the understandings they have. For Raum, there is little downside to spending time with Hibiko. He enjoys the cat and mouse game. She's clever and witty, they have many shared interests, she's literally a beautiful princess! Honestly, he needs to be very careful, or he could grow more fond of her than he planned.

[happy74827]

One Call Away

[Wade Wilson x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: During one of his "jobs," Deadpool gets a call from his favorite gal [GIF Creds: jdsheart]

WC: 1970

Category: Fluff, Major Comedy {TW: Deadpool’s Humor/Nonfiltered Personality}

This man is so hard to write. I’m always stressing the noggin when it comes to planning and plotting 😔

『••✎••』

"And away we go..."

One neck crack and a couple of hip twists later, he was off like Aladdin and his fucktoy carpet, scaling the building similarly to a chameleon on LSD.

The only thing that was missing was some epic music.

He'd been chasing this baddie around the city for almost two days now. Some big-shot mob boss with ties to Hydra, or the Mafia, or the Yakuza, or some other three-letter-acronym organization. It was hard to keep track of them all at this point. They were all the same, except for the name.

They all had their own agenda.

Kill him, keep him prisoner, pay him off...

Wade never cared enough to listen because it was always the same. He just got hired to do the dirty work, and the pay was good.

The killing was better.

This one, however, was particularly good at eluding him. He'd been trying to get his hands on this man for a few days now. It wasn't as though he was trying to be stealthy or anything, either. He'd walked right up to his front door, knocked, and was greeted with a spray of machine gun bullets.

So, the usual.

But then the guy ran and didn't stop. It was like the fucking Roadrunner met Sonic the Hedgehog, and they decided to fuck around and find out.

Wade was getting real sick and tired of being a Roadrunner, too. He had a reputation to uphold. He wasn't known as the Merc with the Mouth for nothing. He was supposed to be the one doing the running and the killing.

Not the other way around.

Finally, finally, he managed to reach the roof where the guy was currently taking cover behind a small brick shack. The sun was rising, but it was still dark, and there were a couple of floodlights shining on the rooftop. It made him think of the night he'd had that heart-to-heart with Blind Al, even though all she really wanted was for him to bring her some of that special brownie mix.

What a night that had been.

But anyway, this monologue is starting to get too long, and we should probably move things along, eh?

Right.

So, the baddie.

His name was something long and non-English.

Salvatore, or Santino, or Salvation... Whatever the fuck it was, it didn't really matter. What mattered was that it was time to make him dead.

He stepped around the corner and was met with a spray of bullets, all of which lodged themselves into his Kevlar vest.

"Oh, come on!" he yelled over the sound of the gunfire. "This is real leather, you know. I'm tired of all the offscreen sewing and shit."

When the spray finally ended, he took a moment to catch his breath.

"…ow," he whispered to himself.

"You shouldn't have followed me here," the man said.

"Yeah, whatever," Deadpool replied. "Look, I'll make this easy for you. You drop down and give me fifty, and I'll let you keep that hideous mustache you're sporting."

The man's eyes widened in surprise.

"It's not that bad, is it?"

"Yes, yes it is," Deadpool assured him. "You got a squirrel living in it or something?"

"It's just a little bit of gray, you dick," the man argued. "What about you? What's with the mask? Are you hiding a mustache under there, too, or something? Maybe some acne scars?"

Deadpool shook his head and stepped forward, his guns drawn.

"Don't come any closer!"

"You know, this would be much more intimidating if you didn't look like a cartoon mouse."

"Stop it with the mustache!"

"Alright, alright," Deadpool said. "Enough with the mustache. But what is it about your hairline? I can't put my finger on it."

The man sighed in exasperation and pulled out his pistol, aiming it right at Deadpool's face.

"Hey now, don't point that at me," Deadpool scolded him. "That's not a very nice thing to do."

He ignored him and pulled the trigger, a loud boom ringing out as the bullet fired. It whizzed by him but missed its mark.

"You really are a dick," He grumbled before aiming his gun right between the man's eyes. And he was going to shoot, honest.

He really was.

But then his phone rang, and he was well-reminded of the current song playing through his head.

I'm a buff baby that can dance like a man. I can shake-ah my fanny, I can shake-ah my can!

Needless to say, he was distracted.

He lowered his gun and looked down at his pocket, where his phone was still ringing and still vibrating against his leg.

"Shit, hold that thought," He said to the guy, and he holstered his gun.

"Wh-what the hell are you doing?!"

Deadpool put his finger up to shush him before pulling his phone out of his pocket to answer it.

If you're an evil witch, I’ll punch you for fu—

"Heyyyy," he said in a sing-songy voice, "you've reached the phone sex hotline. For kinks and fetishes, press one. For booty calls, press two. For your favorite mercenary, press three."

"Ey, pendejo—" His opponent started, but he cut him off by snapping and raising his finger.

"Cut it, Tuco Salamanca. Breaking Bad called and wants its meth-cooking mustache back."

"Wha-I-you-"

"Anyways, this is your favorite merc speaking. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

"Is this a bad time?"

Wade's eyes widened in shock, and his jaw dropped open when he heard her voice on the other end of the line.

"Baby girl! Is that you? Oh, how I've missed your voice. It's like hearing an angel, or an angelic chorus, or a whole bunch of angels, but you're the most important one. Like, the lead singer or something."

"I literally saw you last night." Your voice was always drenched with the most amazing kind of sarcasm, and he'd missed it.

"And?"

"It's only been a few hours."

"And?"

"That's a short amount of time."

"And?"

You sighed, but he knew you weren't really annoyed.

"Anyways, you sounded busy," you continued, "so I'll just let you go."

"What?! No! Don't hang up!" He shouted into the receiver. "I've only fiddled with my pistols! Nothing interesting is happening right now!"

"Your pistols, huh?" You asked a hint of mischief in your voice.

"Well, yeah. They're the most important part of the mission, you know."

In the corner of his eye, he could see his target making his way towards the edge of the building. Quickly and efficiently, without dropping his attention from his conversation with you, he lifted his gun and fired a shot at the man's knee.

"Ah, fuck!" the man screamed in pain. "My knee!"

"Hey! Language!" Deadpool scolded him. "The lady of the house is listening!"

"Lady of the- what the fuck?!"

"I said language, you mustachioed rat!"

"Mustachioed rat?" You asked.

"Sorry, babe," he replied. "You know how excited I get when Downtown Abbey is on."

“There’s gunshots in Downtown Abbey?"

"Gunshots? Oh, no, no. That was… uh, a car alarm. Yeah, the neighbor's car alarm was going off."

"Uh-huh," you said, not sounding very convinced. And, of course, that was right around the time the guy's gun went off again, this time hitting him square in the shoulder. It made the phone fall out of his hand and clatter onto the ground, but the call was still connected.

"Dammit!" He yelled, looking at the fresh blood dripping down his arm. "That's gonna take forever to heal!"

"Who are you talking to?" The man demanded, his gun still aimed at Deadpool's face. "You're working with someone?"

"Hey, now, I don't remember giving you permission to talk," Deadpool told him, holding his bloody arm up to his face. "Look, I've gotta call you back, babe. I know it's been so heartbreakingly long—"

"Again, only a few hours," you said.

"—but duty calls. Love you, bye."

"Love you, bye."

With that, the line disconnected.

"Ugh," he groaned, his heart aching for the loss of your sweet voice. "I miss her already."

"Ey," his opponent growled, drawing his attention. He started speaking in rapid-fire Spanish, which Deadpool didn't really understand, but he didn't have to. The guy was just ranting and raving.

"Alright, alright, chill," Deadpool said. "Just calm down. It’ll all be over soon, little buddy."

"I am not little! I am a giant!" The guy protested, and Wade could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. "And I will not chill!"

"Well, can't argue with that, I guess," Deadpool said with a shrug, and he took aim. But before he could pull the trigger, the guy was running again.

"Hey, what did I tell you about running?!" He yelled, but his voice fell on deaf ears as the guy reached the ledge.

"I am a giant!"

"No, you're a giant asshat!"

"I will not be bested by some masked buffoon!"

"Buff? Me? Why, I never!"

"You're the biggest asshole I've ever met!"

"You know what? I am a big ass! A big, round, bubbly ass." He paused for a second. "Hey, what's your favorite flavor?"

"Fuck you, you red-clad imbecile!"

"You know, I'd ask you out to dinner first, but we're kinda past that now."

"Argh!"

"Alright, enough stalling," Deadpool said. "It's time to end this."

"Yes," the guy said, turning his gun back on Deadpool. "It is."

Of course, Deadpool being the smart-ass he was, he'd already taken a step to the side. As the bullet whizzed past him, he reached for his gun.

"Now, where did I put that thing? Oh, there it is."

He aimed the gun and fired, and the man fell back onto the ground. The bullet hit him right in the middle of his forehead, his blood splattering all over the concrete.

"Ha ha! Fatality. Deadpool wins!" He said, his voice taking on the deep, grounded tone of the narrator from Mortal Kombat. "Flawless Victory."

He stood over the body for a few seconds, reveling in his victory, before he felt the presence of another.

The gun on his right side got ripped from its holster, and the barrel was aimed back into his face, as it always seems to be.

But, he already sensed it was coming, so his fingers wrapped around his other and aimed that right in the golden spot… and let’s just say, The Golden Girls was a little less golden and a lot more crimson.

"Wow, this has got to be a record," He said as he bent down to stare at the new one’s anguish. "Two dead ugly mustaches in the same day. You can call me Sweeney Todd because shit… I just shaved you the fuck up."

He didn’t give the poor bastard a chance to even whimper before he fired another two shots into the man's head. All in all, this had been the easiest payday he'd had in a while.

He picked up his cell phone and slipped it back into its pocket before bending down and scooping up the mustache man's pistol.

"Ooh, lookie here, a nice, shiny new pistol," he said to himself. "Just what I've always wanted. Well, I don't actually need it. It's not like I have any other holes in my body, but you know what they say. The more the merrier."

He stuffed the gun in his holster and turned around, heading back the way he'd come.

"Time to get back to the good stuff," he said. "I have a date with my favorite girl."

He hopped up onto the ledge and looked down, his eyes locking on the window to his apartment.

And when he arrived, bloody and battered, you could only smile while holding up little ole Mary Puppins in all her drooling glory.

God, how he missed his girls.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Reader being a nonfilter dumbass to sentient Logan w/ wade joining in

Reader: *sees the scene of Logan's costume becomes shreds due to the high electric voltage*

Reader: *looks at wade*

Wade: *looks at Reader*

Wade: no lube no protection, all day all night

Reader: from the kitchen floor to the bathroom sink

Logan: leave me the fuck alone

*Logan and Laura (x-23) having a heart to heart conversation*

Reader: I just know damn well he’s good with kids.

Wade: so good with kids.

Reader: Like really good with kids despite saying he doesn’t want any of his own but secretly does.

Reader: I’m ovulating so hard rn just thinking about it.

Wade: same here compadre. Same here.

Logan: WILL YOU TWO PACK IT IN!

Laura: ???

Logan: *does literally anything*

Reader: I’m hard. This fine specimen of a man shouldn’t legally be this fine.

Wade: hope I don’t get blue balls from how hard I am right now.

Reader: you literally had a boner this entire time, that suit of yours does little to hide it.

Wade: you’ve been looking at my boner? Does it make my ass look fat?

Reader: you’ve got a fat enough ass as it is, your dick just emphasise it.

Wade: *wipes a tear* you truly know how to make a man feel special.

Logan: ??? What the fuck-

Logan: *bends down*

Wade and reader: *tilts their heads in order to get a better view of Logan’s ass before looking at one another* nice.

Logan: *growls in Wolverine*

Logan: *walks past*

Reader: nice ass

Wade: *gasp* do not lust in your heart *catches a glimpse of Logan’s ass* Jesus you’re right.

[ginumo]

To each their own blorbo

(ft. my friend in the left pic!)

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[revevoire]

hey girlie are you free tonight

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[davidgiraldoart]

Tattoo Linterna Verde

[devil-tarts]

been a while since i posted something

nonfiltered under the cut as usual!

[dolliees-hair]

MARIAAAAA!!!!!! aka my other sonic fave

standalones + nonfilter (extra pic is to fill space)

[dazzle-art]

Congrats once again to @trashedump for winning the 400 follower giveaway! Thank you for your patience! Nonfiltered & Light Filtered versions 💙💜

[jadeofblades]

saigoku week day 1: blue/green

What would you do if they were in your computer...,.. 😧

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[astrumnihilum-art]

my headcanon / AU Actor Mark design!

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[realmoftheacornking]

We usually keep a pack of smokes in the junk drawer of the kitchen--Camel nonfilters--but we've had to switch to Marlboros because Camel prices went through the roof recently. Both Kev and I are occasional smokers, for stress relief / relaxation. I also smoke a pipe, but not regularly. The Cub is a nonsmoker...